The Bullying by Dante Rivera
i was sitting in class in the 5th grade, and this kid was calling me fat and ugly and many other names. I don’t remember exactly what he looked like, but I do remember he had a buzz cut. He was Dominican or Hispanic. I was overweight, but that didn’t give him the right to make fun of me. He did this almost every day, and one day I just got up, my fist went into a ball, and I punched him in the face. I wasn’t thinking anything. I think when I get mad, I just do stuff. The classroom smelled like feet and farts. The class started yelling, “Oooooooooo,” and then the teachers came in and stopped the fight. The teachers took him away. And later he said the punch hurt him, and he never did it again. Looking back, I’m happy I did it because it made me a little cocky.
To Walk in My Shoes
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